Incense burning down at the Long Hua temple.
I’m procrastinating my last paper in the form of reddit and photo editing.
I just need to power through so I don’t have to spend my last two days in Shanghai staring at a screen, but every time I try to start writing I notice each and every pixel on that screen, the same screen I’ve been staring at for a good week now.
And then I start to count them, effectively destroying my concentration.
Then I think of food and how I should reward myself for opening Word by going to find a snack.
This is where I would normally say something uuber profound about the incense burning and how it relates to life and death—all in eloquently pedantic metaphors of course.
But the cat says it all…